Molly adjusted her cap, scanning the playground. "We gotta time this just right, Bill. Those little brats are due any minute." Bill shrugged, checking his watch. "They’ll be singing 'Happy Birthday' in ten. We better hurry." "That god-awful song better not be stuck in my head all day," Molly grumbled. "Okay, here's the plan. We slip in while they're distracted. I’ll go for the big presents, you grab the smaller ones. We meet back at the van in five." Bill grinned, giving a thumbs up. "Easy money. Just like practicing for Santa Claus." Molly shook her head, a smirk playing on her lips. "Don’t get cocky. Kids’ parties are unpredictable. One wrong move and we’ll have a hundred screaming rugrats on our hands." "Hey, you worry too much." Bill adjusted his gloves. "Let's do this." They slipped through the gate, blending into the colorful chaos. Children ran around, laughing, as balloons bobbed in the breeze. Molly raised an eyebrow, watching the chaos unfold. "Now!" They made a dash for the table laden with gifts. Molly used her toolkit, deftly disabling the lock on the playhouse where the presents were stashed. Just as they began to load up, she heard a chorus of "The Happy Birthday Song" start up. "Prepared foods are far simpler. With very little effort, you can have a delicious meal that is complete and whole on its own."